Salt Meets Sweet: A Love Letter to Peaches and Cream Pretzel Pie
A Slice of Summer and Sentiment When I was a kid, summer always smelled like ripe peaches and sunscreen. My grandmother would pick the softest, juiciest peaches from her backyard tree, slice them carefully, and serve them with cold cream and a dusting of sugar. No fanfare, no whipped topping—just fruit and love. I remember how she’d press a spoon against the flesh of a peach, let the juices run, and whisper that summer wasn’t really summer until you’d eaten a peach over the sink. Years later, long after her tree stopped blooming and the kitchen went quiet, I stumbled … Read more